• From the Kdrama 'Vincenzo'.
• Fem-OC insert.
• Arrange Marriage Trope insert.
❝She fills me with possessive rage whenever someone looks at her alluring and luscious beauty. makes me want to free them from the world in the most brutal way possib...
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The suffocating silence permeated every corner of the room, allowing only the clattering of plates to disrupt the oppressive atmosphere. The dim lighting cast a cover over the expansiveness of the dining room, accentuating the polished sheen of mahogany furniture. Seated at the head of it all was Don Fabio, adorned in rings that enveloped his fingers as he delicately wielded chopsticks and savored each slurp of noodles. His perfectly slicked back gray hair lent an air of sophistication to his presence, complementing his precise demeanor.
Interrupting this tableau, Don Fabio let out a cough before setting aside his chopsticks and gently patting at his mouth with a tissue. His piercing gray eyes scanned through everyone gathered in that solemn space until they landed upon another man seated across from him.
Gazing intently at Ezio Esposito, he warmly greeted him with admiration evident in every word spoken, "My dear friend Ezio, I am truly delighted that you have graced me with your presence after such an extended absence. How has life treated you, my good man?"
Ezio Esposito responded to these words with a low chuckle while clasping onto a smoldering cigarette tightly held between his fingers—a rebellious act against the toxic air invading both inside and outside himself. Clad in a dark blue ensemble which seemed to cling affectionately to his aging yet sturdy frame, he offered reassurance, "Everything is indeed going well for me, Fabio."
It was an eternal marvel to the world to witness the tranquil spectacle of Italy's two most formidable dons, as they sat peacefully partaking in a midday meal. The sight astonished all who observed it: these two figures, once adversaries, now displayed no ill will toward one another and possessed a pure bond of friendship. Ezio Esposito, notorious for his brutality and cold-blooded demeanor within the ranks of the Mafia, perpetually veiled his eyes to conceal their sinister gleam. Likewise, his calm countenance concealed a wicked disposition that lay dormant beneath its surface. However, amidst this display of malevolence and deceitful appearances, Ezio valued above all else his enduring kinship with Fabio.
Fabio had been there for him during times when no one else offered solace or support - not even Ezio's own wife could claim such allegiance. Yet here they were today: honoring one another's presence and cherishing their connection.
"Fabio," Ezio initiated with a sip of wine, fixing an expectant gaze upon his friend through emerald eyes that bore into one's soul. He dabbed at his mouth delicately with a tissue before continuing, "I have something I wish to discuss with you."
A look of confusion creased Fabio's brow momentarily before he acquiesced with an affirming nod, silently urging Ezio to proceed. "I want to elevate our friendship to another level," he announced resolutely.
Fabio's face twisted with surprise as he looked at his friend, his eyes filled with astonishment. "Are you suggesting that you want Paolo to marry Evelina, your daughter?"
